(Verse 1 - Mr. Bones)
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I don't know what happened
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To the brain inside my head
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And made my eyes roll back (like status and what can ???) ?
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Rap points make every dollar (making tricks like ???)
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Serve you with a smile, already ruggy like reptile
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Gotta check my flesh
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(yes)
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Never the less
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I keep on creeping with a bullethole up in my chest
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Killa croc
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Don't got no glock
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Niggas that's jealous wanna stomp me out like my name was tupac
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Tic tac
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Go to clock
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It's almost midnight
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Flashlight all up in my grill I'm watching my way to the crystal light
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I can smell a fight
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It must be a buster close
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(That nigga right there)
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That punk nigga (???) jellied on some holy toast
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But fuck it, he'll be erased
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Like from the place
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With a (??) child
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Go buckwild
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Go follow a killa
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New style
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Meanwhile
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I go from the ?? (planet?) where we live
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I see most scenarios of (taint?) and let's get them, right
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i be skitzofranic
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I make you panic
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No record deal I'm killing everybody at atlantic
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Pacific
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Division
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Of record sales
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That startin to drown
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Let's go around,
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Detroit is where I live, paranoid's the sound
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(Refrain)
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(Verse 2 - The R.O.C)
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Paranoid-aha!
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I got something for you
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Mindstates
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Flipping
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Like Tj's
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Personalities
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Come to battle me
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With your life in my hands
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Let me take you for a ride
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(what?)
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Handglide, smack down, and two mind eraser
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Your life
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Snuffed down
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1500 volts from a tazer
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destroy
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the (??) (hater? -ator?)
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Like you won't see me later
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What you thought?
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My city, detroit is my home sweet home
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Dead bodies roam through my mind and they gon leave me lone
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Turn to stone the wind blows
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I hear you clickin that baby nine aiming for my dome
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And now it's on
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Singing a song, who's that crimer(?) coming at me
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That tryin to jack me
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Not (?) me
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But why y'all busting at me
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My skin crawls like babies
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Who can fade me
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I can see you in a mercedes
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Or a BMW, but you can't see the evil
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I can smell you, bloody nose
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Who knows
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What (??) (Sells?)
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In a cell
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Can't spell
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Death,laughs at the competition
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In limbo, these flows
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As I go, from here to there
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Truth or dare, that's the game
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Of black magic, I'm not scared
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(Are you scared?)
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Or maybe I am
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I'm sick in the head
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Like Hannibal Lecter
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Or Jeffrey Dahmor
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Click, I'm bringing you trauma, paranoid
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(Refrain)
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(Verse 3 - Hektic)
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Paranoid, (huntin for dana?)
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Several Murders and piranhas
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For puny dollars, no Ali Babas
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From the corner store (bitch!)
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Two dollar whores and nicklebags of sess
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I swear that when I shoot they penetrate your bulletproof vest
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Fuck what you heard (what you hear?)
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Bout my religion
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Fiendlishly grinnin, I'm hooking your body like me and my daddy was just out there fishin
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I'm back in this bitch like, i aint got no mind
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Still gotta chase this paper, i feel like now's the time
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I know you feel me, you're stacked and jealous
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To penetrate my foundation you gotta go through me and all my fellas
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Ready to die (why?)
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Don't ask me why
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My dad hit me like a truck I write one out the motherfucking sky
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You people need to wake up, before it's to late
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Gotta make moves, to improve my crews benefits so I (?) (you got em!)
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Do what it takes
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I'm dropping boulders
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I got you scary bitches constantly looking over your shoulders
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Colder and colder, it's all a trance
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You're all in love with a techno bitch, i give a fuck if you wanna dance
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This shit's for killas, so please deploy
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You're still in shock from the last release of.. Paranoid
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Paranoid
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| House Of Krazees |
